I don't really understand it.
It's not normal, actually.
And its regularity astounds me.
At first, I eyed it with suspicion.
I analyzed it and pondered it's implications.
I investigated agendas and motives.
And...then...I cautiously accepted it.
Hesitantly...on my guard.
Overwhelmed by the obvious authenicity...unsure of its reality.
But now...I'll openly confess....
I've come to depend on it.
Lean on it.
Miss it desperately when we are gone.
Our Glenwood church family.
Their love. Their support.
The gazillion hugs and smiles.
The gazillion offers to help...
Food, invitations, gifts....
Your interest and passion for our friends in Uganda amazes me. Your abounding love for me, Jeff and our kids bolls me over.
I don't know how we ever did this without you.
You are, over and over again, God's sustaining embrace on our family.
Love each other. Passionately. And never, never quit.
I need you now. His work through you continues to hold me up and press me on.
...to the goal...for the prize...
I'm exceedingly grateful to run this race with you.